Merry Meet All,
Poetry can surprise us. When we listen to our subconscious, we truly express ourselves and are more creative. This poem I wrote captures a way I have been feeling lately and I am sharing it with you, dear readers. Blessed Be.
Prisoner
My craving crawls up the walls like a lizard,
races like mice at night. I
long to feel your arms around me.
You are as remote as the flaming sun.
I scale a wall of obsidian to reach the other side.
Hot asphalt scalds my palms.
Your name is Love. I heard it
whispered on the wind. I
clench teeth on the taste of grit in my cup.
On the walls of the cell, I scratch how many
days I’ve been here;
hieroglyphic etches in the sand.
Echoes lost in the dust. I count
the lizards’ footsteps
on the erratic sandy trail.
Lady Spiderwitch
